Chapter 11
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Frank meets city and county officials, interviews the O'Patriarchs for the O'Mafia story. Frank and Paul skinnydip and fuck their daughters. Charlotte gets into her first shitstorm. Agent Ballard parties with Frank, Ronnie, and Bill...
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I spent 11 hours Monday in Oleander City; eight hours in the Esmeralda County courthouse, introducing myself to the elected officials and their staff, then three hours at their favorite happy hour watering hole, getting to know the bartender and cocktail waitresses.
The only characters I was truly interested in were: the County Judge, the county's CEO; the county commissioner representing the Island, Raymond O'Toole; and the county sheriff, Edwardo Ybaro, who wasn't convinced the O'Mafia had gone legit. "Every time I send an undercover investigator over there, he's shadowed from the moment he sets foot on the island until he leaves. He's invited to dine with Uncle Sean. They have spies in my department."
I also met Roy V. Bensinger, the Oleander City Sentinel's courthouse reporter. I let him know I wouldn't be competition. I was only interested in The Island.
All day Tuesday and Wednesday was spent introducing myself to everyone who was anyone on The Island. They all knew who I was, and what I was up to. I introduced myself to Walter Burns, The Sentinel's island reporter, and let him know that he now had serious competition, and that I'd be scooping his ass on a regular basis.
"I expect you will," he said. "You're the O'Mafia's man, and they know everything about everyone and everything on The Island."
I almost said, "I'm my own man," before admitting to myself that I was indeed The O'Mafia's Man. I liked knowing the O'Family had my back.
Thursday was spent with Uncle Sean and the other O'Patriarchs, being regaled with tales of the Good Old O'Mafia Days.
As Bongo Joe told me, the original O'Settlers were Irishmen who deserted the US Army, joined the San Patricio Battalion and fought for Mexico in the Mexican - American War. The Irish deserted for two reasons; they were treated badly, 1 - For being Irish, and 2 - For being Catholic. They saw it as a religious war; protestants against Catholics. It wasn't a difficult decision: kill your coreligionists or kill your protestant tormentors.
Some of the Irishmen saw the war with Mexico for what it was; an armed robbery, carried out to fulfill America's Manifest Destiny. A young congressman, Abe Lincoln, and a young U.S. Army lieutenant, U.S. Grant also saw the war as an atrocity.
Grant said, "I do not think there was ever a more wicked war than that waged by the United States on Mexico. I thought so at the time, when I was a youngster, only I had not moral courage enough to resign. I had taken an oath to serve eight years, unless sooner discharged, and I considered my supreme duty was to my flag. I had a horror of the Mexican War, and I have always believed that it was on our part most unjust. We had no claim on Mexico. Texas had no claim beyond the Nueces River, and yet we pushed on to the Rio Grande and crossed it. I am always ashamed of my country when I think of that invasion."
On their way to the island, the deserters stole two 6-pound cannon, a 12-pound cannon, and a 12-pound howitzer from a drunken American artillery unit celebrating the American victory. The artillery was useful after the war when Gringos stole south Texas land from the Mexican landowners who had Spanish land grants to prove their ownership.
When the Civil War came along, the Irish felt no allegiance to either side. The U.S. had earned their animosity before and during the Invasion of Mexico and the theft of Mexican land. They opposed slavery because many Irish immigrants came to America as indentured servants, and were treated no better than slaves.
The Irish preyed on Confederate blockade runners, stealing the boats and selling the confiscated goods.
Between wars, the Emerald Isle settlers made a subsistence living by hunting, trapping and fishing. And, of course, brewing beer, an Irish tradition from prehistoric times. While Mexicans felt a justifiable animosity toward gringos, they admired the Irish, and saw them as heroes, and celebrated St. Patrick's Day in honor of the San Patricio Battalion.
The Wild West Era followed on the heels of the Civil War. And Isla Esmeralda became an island of gentility and tranquility; a place where the well heeled could escape the violence of the age. No weapons were permitted on the island, and rowdiness was not tolerated.
Gambling, prostitution, booze and drugs were available for those who could afford the outrageous prices. The island was one big Honey Pot operation. Politicians and influential citizens found themselves in a position to be blackmailed. And some left the island with monkeys on their backs... opium addiction.
Then, on January 10, 1901, the Spindletop gusher near Beaumont started Texas' oil boom, creating more millionaires to spend money on the island. War profiteers flourished in The Great War. The elite from coast-to-coast did their unpublicized roaring on Isla Esmeralda during the Roaring 20s. Big name entertainers who performed in Galveston's wide open night clubs, partied on the island.
Al Capone sent his enforcer, Frank Nitti, and two henchmen to Isla Esmeralda to inform the O'Mafia that they would have to pay the Chicago Outfit if they wanted to continue their illicit activities. The two henchmen disappeared, never to be heard from again. Two more goons were dispatched. They too vanished without a trace.
Nitti was sedated, and delivered to Capone's headquarters in a coffin.
The Great Depression didn't put a dent in the island's economy, but the resort was rapidly deteriorating because Drumph was skimming the profits and pocketing maintenance funds to pay his gambling debts.
That's when Fred Cavender informed the O'Mafia of the embezzlement, and they turned the management, and eventually the resort over to him.
The resort thrived during the '40s with war profiteers' money again pouring in.
The O'Mafia began losing the high roller business in the 1950s, with the advent of jet setting. The elite could fly anywhere in the world, and south Texas was not a favored destination. Then, in the Late 1950's Texas Attorney Will Wilson and the Texas Rangers cracked down on gambling, shutting down the Galveston operations.
That was when the Cavenders converted Emerald Isle Resort from the playground of the elite to Texas' Blue Collar Riviera.
The O'Mafia didn't wait for the Rangers. They ceased all illegal operations. Their legitimate businesses provided them with a comfortable living.
"What happened to the four henchmen?" I asked.
"Our courtesans drugged them, and they woke up naked and alone in the jungle in the middle of the night. Twenty-four hours later we offered to show them the way out if they swore to change their ways. We gave them new identities and employment in our police department. They jumped at the opportunity. They married, raised families, and became contributing members of society. One of them was the chief of police when he retired."
I called Harry Reems after interviewing Uncle Sean and the O'Patriarchs. He told me to meet him at The Wentletrap Inn, where he rented two adjoining rooms for Ronnie's surprise birthday present. In a symbolic gesture, he rented rooms 12 and 13. The motel manager, Charles Parsley, was one of Harry's school chums, and was delighted to take part in Ronnie's Cumming of Age event. Charles became another adult who was aware of Charlotte's predilection for boys' cocks.
Ronnie was delighted to see me lounging in room 12 when he and his father entered at 5 o'clock. He had not yet been told that his early birthday gift was waiting for him in room 13.
"Happy almost birthday, Kid," I said.
"Thanks," he said, looking around the room bemused. He saw no special gift. He looked from his father to me and back. "What's the deal?" he asked.
"Your birthday gift is in room 13, in honor of your 13th birthday," Harry explained. "You don't have to accept it. If you do not like it, or think that it's inappropriate, you can come back here, and we'll find a more appropriate gift."
"Open the door," I said.
Ronnie opened it, and found another door with a "Happy 13th Birthday" sign hanging on it. He opened that door, froze, and gasped, "Oh my God!"
Charlotte stood by the bed, wearing nothing but three big red bows, covering her nips and pussy. "Happy Birthday, Ronnie, happy birthday to you." She did her best Marilyn Monroe impersonation singing happy birthday to you, replacing the words 'Mister President' with 'Ronnie Reems.'
Harry said, "Enjoy, son." and closed our door behind him.
We put our ears to the door, and heard Charlotte say. "I am your present to enjoy as you wish; any way you wish. My body is your personal amusement park."
"How long do I have?" he asked.
"I'm told that checkout time is 11 a.m. tomorrow. You can take your time. We have all night long to do anything and everything you wish to do."
"Holy fuck!"
Harry and I were almost forehead to forehead, eavesdropping on his son and my wife. He absentmindedly adjusted his bulge. He realized what he was doing, and jerked his hand away like it had been burned.
I smiled and caressed my own bulge. His hand returned to his.
I unzipped my shorts, and reached into the fly. "Would you mind?" I asked.
"No. No, not at all. In fact, I'll join you."
We jacked off and listened to the indefatigable duo next door. After we shot off onto each other, he whispered, "I haven't jacked off with someone else since I was in junior high school."
After we recovered from our first orgasm, we stroked each other's cock. Then he went to his knees and sucked my cock while listening to my wife suck his son's cock.
"Oh, God! That feels so good, Charlotte. Suck it. Suck my cock."
"You don't have to whisper, Ronnie. My husband and your father want to hear you enjoying your birthday present. And some day in the near future, he would love to jack off and watch you fuck his wife, like you jacked off watched him fuck our daughter."
Harry looked up at me, surprised. I nodded affirmation. He sucked with even greater gusto, I fucked his mouth.
We wore ourselves out and went to sleep while the action next door continued unabated. When I awoke a couple of hours later, Ronnie and Charlotte were still fucking.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains when I got up. Both doors between the rooms were open. Ronnie cuddled behind Charlotte, with his left hand on her left tit. Both were sound asleep. Sexual fragrance filled the air.
I quickly put my shorts on, rushed down to the Bronco, grabbed my camera and returned to the room, where I opened the curtains for more light, and photographed the couple from every possible angle.
Charles happened to pass by the window as I knelt near the slumbering couple's feet. My peripheral vision caught the movement, and I looked at him. He looked both ways, and gave me a thumbs up, letting me know that he would watch for passersby.
I closed in and photographed their faces. The shutter clicks roused them.
Charlotte stretched and grinned, "You are such a pervert, Frank.
"Fuck me, Ronnie. My kinky husband wants to photograph his wife being fucked by a young stud."
Ronnie fucked her missionary style, then she sucked his cock, winking at the camera.
While he fucked my wife's mouth, he said, "Charlotte said that you told her that you gave me permission to tell my best friends about you and Evie. And she said that I could tell them about my birthday present. She said that she would let both me and Bill fuck her next week. Bill said that he met you at The Soul Kitchen."
I told him what Jason told us about bypassing the guard shack by entering the employee compound through the jungle.
"Me and Bill are Boy Scouts. We've got compasses to keep us headed in the right direction."
"Our cabin is on the Bayside," I said. "I'll paint an 'X' on the back wall, so you'll know you're in the right spot."
"No," Charlotte said. "Not an 'X,' an Ankh."
"What's an Ankh?"
"It's an Egyptian symbol of life," I said, drawing one on a sheet of motel stationary.
"Cool!"
Harry woke and entered the room while my wife gave his son head.
"Fuck me, Ronnie. Fuck me doggie style, so my husband can get under us and lick my clit and your balls while we fuck."
I motioned for Charles to enter before crawling under Charlotte.
He entered, closed the curtains, undressed, and fondled his genitalia. "We haven't done this since junior high, Harry."
"You didn't seem interested anymore," Harry said.
"You didn't seem interested. I guess we were both afraid of being queer."
"And, we were going to be high school students after that summer, and thought that playing with another guy's dick was immature."
"Wanna be jack-off buddies again, Harry?"
"Hell, yeah!"
I got under Charlotte, looking up at her cum-oozing cunt. I grasped the kid's cock and guided it into my wife's vagina. "Fuck her, Ronnie. Fuck my wife... my boys' slut wife."
Ronnie humped her hard. He withdrew too far once, and his cock went into my mouth. I gave it a quick suck before guiding it back into its original target.
"Sorry," Ronnie said.
"Don't be," I replied. "I liked it. I liked tasting my wife's cunt on your cock."
He was pounding hard and fast, on the verge of orgasm, the second time it slipped out of her pussy and into my mouth. I sucked, and he ejaculated.
"Did he cum in your mouth, Babe?"
"Um hum," I replied, unable to speak with a mouthful of spunk.
"All good things must come to an end," Harry sighed. "Let's get cleaned up and dressed for your official celebration at home."
Charles said, "Is it true about your daughter being the VooDoo Dude's apprentice? I find it hard to believe in superstitious mumbo jumbo."
Ronnie said, "She turned Marky Marks into a queer for telling all the boys at daycare that Maddie Sykes was a slut, and sucked his cock."
"What!?!" I asked.
Charlotte filled me in, "I tried to tell you Tuesday evening, but you waved me off because you were busy typing up notes from your interviews, and story ideas for your future file. Then Wednesday evening, you were dead tired, and telling me about the different people you met, and your plans for the Gazette."
"But she can only do good with her powers. She's supposed to lose them if she doesn't do good," I said.
"You believe that stuff?" Charles laughed.
"Evie's made too many good things happen for me to disbelieve," I said. "And I've been a skeptic since I was 16 years old."
"Do you know when she's supposed to come home?" I asked. She spent Thursday night at Allie's house.
"She said they were going skinny dipping in the pond this morning."
"Paul's taking them both skinny dipping?"
"That's my understanding. He wouldn't let them go on their own. Would he?"
"No way."
"Has she told Paul about her and me?"
"I don't know. Are you fantasizing about a daughter swap?"
"Only after you put the idea in my head."
"Paul teaches a freshman composition summer course at the community college on Tuesday and Thursday mornings," Charlotte said. "Yesterday, they went to the Bungalow pool."
"Did Fred fuck them?"
"I don't know. I slept until it was time to get up and come here for Ronnie's birthday party."
We dressed, and returned to the resort. We parted at the parking lot, where she walked to the cabin, and I put my canoe in the slip, and paddled posthaste to the swimming hole.
Evie and Allie were frolicking in the shallows while Paul photographed them with a Polaroid Land camera.
"I didn't give you permission to photograph my daughter," I admonished.
"What!?! You…"
"Just kidding," I said, picking up the photos lying on the cooler lid.
"They look amateurish."
"All color Polaroids look amateurish, because the colors are funky. Too bright or too contrasty. Black and white is good to excellent."
"I'll have to try that."
"Daddy!" Evie yelled. "Get naked. Play with us."
I stripped, and put my clothes on the canoe seat. When I turned back toward the swimming hole, Evie jumped up on me, with her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. She kissed me passionately, making my hard-on harder.
Paul was staring at us when Allie took the camera from him, set it on the cooler lid, and jumped up on him.
We both had our eyes open, watching each other. He was as stiff as a statue, his whole body, not just his 6½-inch dick.
I returned Evie's kiss, our tongues making love to each other in our mouths. My left hand caressed her back, while the right kneaded her left butt cheek.
Paul watched us for a minute before loosening up and returning his daughter's kiss and fondling her sexy ass.
"Fuck me, Daddy. I want Mr. Thomas to see you fuck me."
I guided my cock into her hot pussy, and grasped both ass cheeks to guide her up and down.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Your cock feels so fucking good in my cunt."
Allie begged, "Fuck me, Daddy. Like Evie's Daddy fucks her. I want someone to see us fucking. I want everybody to know we fuck, like Evie and her Daddy."
"No!" Paul objected. "That would be insane. I would go to prison. And you'd have to live with your mother, or go into foster care."
"I didn't really mean 'everybody'. I meant all of the kids. All of the kids know about Evie and her Daddy, and nothing's happened."
"Nothing's happened yet. If it's such common knowledge among kids, an adult's going to hear about it sooner or later, and report it to the authorities."
I said, "Most adults who hear about it from kids, won't believe it. Or, if they do believe it, won't want to get involved. If someone is concerned enough to go to the cops, they'll ask for proof. They'll want evidence. The concerned citizen says he overheard kids talking about it. The fuzz will need more evidence than that."
"What if child protective services hear it from enough people that they investigate?"
"They will find an intelligent, well fed, well cared for child with loving nurturing parents. They would immediately realize that they would be hard pressed to find a better home environment for her. Ripping her out of that environment would be a traumatic event that would psychologically damage her for life."
"You're awfully confident."
"I have Evie's magic protecting me."
Discussion of the legal and personal ramifications deflated my erection, and my limp weenie slipped out of Evie's pussy.
Evie dropped down, went to her knees and performed mouth-to-cock resuscitation. Allie replicated her mentor's actions on her father's flaccid member.
Our daughters got us up, got us off, and got us up again. Evie bent over, resting her hands on the cooler lid. "Fuck me from behind, Dad."
Allie assumed the same position on the opposite end of the cooler, and Paul mounted her from behind. Evie and Allie kissed passionately as paternal phalli filled filial genitalia.
Paul's inhibitions quickly evaporated, and we were pounding our daughters' pussies too hard and fast for them to kiss without orally injuring each other.
I lasted a minute or more longer than he did, and, unlike him, by cock remained erect after ejaculation.
"That was so fucking hot," Allie sighed.
"I found it to be rather enjoyable," I said in my poor imitation of a British accent.
"That was, without a doubt, the most erotic experience of my entire life," Paul gushed.
"Daddy wouldn't do it last night with Evie in the house, even though I told him that she knew we were fucking, and had told me Friday that we'd fuck before sunrise Monday, and we did."
"Did you make it happen, or did you see it happening?" I asked.
"I don't know," Dad. "I'm not sure. I mean, I imagined it happening. But, I knew she wanted it to happen. And I was almost positive that Mr. Thomas wanted it to happen."
"I know that you made it happen," Allie said. "You knew that I wanted it, and you made it happen for me."
"Let's visit Bongo Joe's Island," Evie said. "I want y'all to meet Joseph."
"How do you know he'll be there," Paul asked.
"Because I want him to be there. Because I want y'all to meet him."
"That's an irresistible invitation. I would love to see him with my own eyes. I didn't believe he existed."
"We're gonna go with them, Daddy?"
"Yes."
Allie hugged her father and planted kisses all over his face.
Evie giggled evilly. She was planning on much more than an introduction. She suggested swapping partners; a suggestion Paul quickly and adamantly rejected.
"You don't want another man fucking Allie?" Evie asked. "My Dad loves it when other men fuck me. He gets off to me telling him about other men fucking me. And, he really, really gets off to watching another man fuck me, and me sucking another man's cock. Dad loves eating my pussy after I've been fucked, and kissing me after another man cums in my mouth."
He looked at his daughter. "I hope you don't expect me to do any of that. I can't imagine ever wanting to do any of that, or enjoying anything like that."
Evie grinned at him, and stared pointedly at his stiffening dick.
"I love it!" I said. "I love it all. And Evie loves it. What gets me off the most is watching Evie watch me. I really get off to seeing and feeling her getting off. For me, giving orgasms is better than having orgasms."
Allie said, "I really get off to making Daddy cum."
"Is there anything to eat in that nice chest?" I asked changing the subject. "I'm starving."
"Chips and dips and ready made convenience store sandwiches," Paul said. "Help yourself. I've worked up an appetite too."
We sat and ate, and I felt like we were posing for a Monet painting.
"Oh shit!" Paul whispered, looking toward the bay. "Game warden."
"Be cool," I said, waving at the warden as he cruised by in his Texas Parks & Wildlife skiff.
"Oh, shit," Paul repeated.
"Everything's going to be fine," I said in the most soothing tone I could muster.
Evie whispered, "Let Dad handle it. We're not doing anything wrong. Stop looking guilty."
I stood and walked to meet the warden as he approached. "Good afternoon, warden," I said, extending my hand. He appeared to be 50-ish.
He was taken aback, abashed by my openness and friendliness. "Paul and I are enjoying nature with our daughters."
"We've been skinny-dipping," Evie boasted. "It's fun. Wanna skinny dip with us?"
His hand went to his holster as I walked to my canoe and started to reach for my shorts.
"No cause for alarm. I'm getting my wallet. I'm certain you'll want to see my identification," I slowly lifted my shorts, holding the waistband between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand. I turned it so he could observe the right hip pocket. I gingerly lifted the wallet out with my right thumb and forefinger, then flipped it open, withdrew my driver's license, and handed it to him.
He examined the DL and compared my face and description to the photo. He handed it back, and I gave him a business card.
"You're 'that' Frank Harris."
"I'd love to get together with you sometime for an interview," I said. "Do a personality profile. Introduce you to my readers."
"Why don't you interview him now, Dad? You can take his picture with Mr. Thomas' camera."
"Are you too busy now?" I asked.
"How long will it take?"
"Fifteen minutes or less. Give me your card, and I can call with any additional questions that might come up."
I looked at his name tag. 'Francis Hamer Jr.' I got my reporter's notebook out of my other hip pocket, and we sat in his skiff while he told me about his life as a game warden. I got a photo of him guiding his skiff to shore, and a headshot. I set the photos on the cooler lid. That's when he saw the photos of the girls playing in the water.
"Those look like they should be paintings."
It was the first time I really paid attention to them. They were well composed. Paul had an excellent sense of composition. "Just before you arrived, I told Paul and the girls that I felt like we were posing for a Monet painting."
"Manet," he corrected. "There were no nudes in Monet's 'Luncheon on the Grass.'"
"You're an artist?"
"I dabble. A couple of my wildlife paintings have been in our magazine."
"Do you do nudes?"
"I've done a few."
I looked at Paul, "Could Warden Hamer have one of your photos?"
"Certainly. Take your pick. Take a couple."
"If you want," I suggested. "We could pose any way you want. You can shoot us with Paul's camera."
"That would be fantastic," he replied.
He got us into position and took the last two photos in the pack.
"We can pose for you sometime when you're off duty and have more time."
"I'm off next Saturday," he said excitedly.
"Next Saturday's good for me, Francis. What about you, Paul?"
"Next Saturday's good for me."
He got into his skiff, a happy man.
"Bye Warden Hamer," the girls said, waving.
"Whew," Paul sighed. "That turned out well. I'm glad you were here. I would have freaked."
"He didn't have his game face on after he spotted us. If I hadn't waved, he might have kept on going. But maybe not. He wanted a closer look. Anyway, he wasn't in bust mode."
"He's got a big one," Evie said.
"He does have big hands and feet," I said.
"When he was posing us, his dick got hard. I saw the lump grow in his pants."
"Me too," Allie said.
"Did it get hard for y'all or us?" I asked.
"I'm pretty sure it was for us," Evie replied. "He kept trying not to look at us until he had to pose us."
"And Evie rubbed her pussy."
"Did not! I just kind of scratched an itch," she said, demonstrating by quickly scratching a spot a couple of millimeters above her stiff clit. "Then, he stared at my pussy for a couple of seconds, like he was hypnotized, and the lump grew in his pants."
"Would I be wrong in assuming that you then stared at burgeoning protrusion, and smiled seductively?"
"She licked her lips," Allie giggled.
"Let's go see Joseph," Evie said.
We put the ice chest in Paul's canoe and paddled to the parking lot, where we strapped the canoes to the Bronco's roof rack, and drove to the south end of The island. We all got into my canoe and paddled to the little island at the north end of the lagoon. Bongo Joe was waiting for us with his drums and a two one gallon jugs of prickly pear wine. We sat naked on the sand, sipping wine as Joe began slowly beating the drums.
Soon, Evie and Allie were dancing together. They had never danced together before, but it looked as though it had been choreographed and rehearsed. It was so erotic, watching their bodies writhe against each other. They embraced and kissed, and took turns going down on each other, and bringing each other to the verge of orgasm before stopping and dancing some more.
Then, Evie took the bongos from between Joseph's legs, and took his cock into her mouth.
Paul stared at her, then at me.
"God," I whispered reverently, slowly stroking my erection, "I love watching my daughter suck men's hard cocks."
"It is hot," he said. Then he gasped as Evie withdrew it from her mouth and offered it to Allie. He stiffened as Allie took the ebony shaft with its dark purple head in her hand.
"Suck it, Allie," Evie whispered. "Suck Joseph's cock."
I thought Paul was going to stop his daughter, but Evie looked at him, giving him a reassuring smile.
He sat back on his heels and masturbated, watching the girls take turns sucking.
Joseph ejaculated on their faces and in their mouths.
Evie kissed me, and I licked the cum off her face.
Paul hesitated.
"My Daddy will clean your face," Evie said. "He loves tasting other men's cum. And it makes me so fucking hot when he does it."
Paul reluctantly accepted his daughter's cum-filled kiss, and licked her face clean. "You're right, Evie," Allie sighed. "It's so fucking hot to have Daddy watch me suck that black cock, then take the cum out of my mouth and lick it off my face. It's so nasty!"
"I love girls who love being nasty," I said. "You do too. Don't you, Paul?"
"Yes. Yes, I do." Then he took a deep breath and said, "I've been fucking Suzy for a year."
"What!?!" Allie gasped. Then said, "If you can fuck other girls. I can fuck other guys."
"Girl," Paul stated. "Singular. One girl, not girls."
"I don't want to be a slut, like Evie. But I do want to fuck."
"Do you have someone in mind?"
She was quiet for a moment before saying, "Evie's Daddy. I want Evie's Daddy to fuck me."
"Here and now?"
"No. In their cabin. In bed."
"Do you want me to watch, like he watches other men fuck his daughter?"
"I don't know. Do you want to watch? Do you want to fuck Evie while her Daddy fucks me?"
"I can't do that," I said. "If Evie's fucking, I want to watch her without distractions. We can fuck before or after, when I can give you my undivided attention."
"I want to have a slumber party tomorrow night," Evie said. "I'll invite Electra, Suzy, Lizzie, and Lizzie's two friends you met at the park."
"Esmeralda and Francine."
"Yeah. And Mr. Thomas, Mr. Crowley, Chief Diamond, and the guys from the Gazette,"
"Nate, Sol, Lem and Dwight."
"Yeah."
"I don't think I should go," Paul said. "If the word got out, I could lose my job, And the job would be the least of my worries. We could all end up in prison. With that many people involved, it's just way too risky."
"Don't worry, Mr. Thomas. Everyone who hears about it will be cool with it. The People who won't be cool with it, won't believe it."
I asked, "Would you believe it if you heard a rumor about an overnight orgy involving a bunch of grown men and prepubescent girls?"
He thought about it. "No. I don't think I would. By the time it gets run through the rumor mill, the numbers will be greatly exaggerated."
"And the rumor mongers wouldn't be satisfied with having a junior high teacher and the resort's chief of security involved. It would be blown out of proportion to involve the police chief, the mayor, the school superintendent, the sheriff."
"Let's stop at Mr. Crowley's store on the way back," Evie said.
As we were paddling back to the Bronco, I asked, "You turned a boy queer? I thought you could only do good."
"Marky's gay. He was born that way. He was trying to hide it. That's why he was bragging about a girl sucking his cock. He doesn't have to hide his gayness anymore. He can blame it on me. Now, all of the other boys are afraid of disrespecting girls. They're afraid I'll turn them into queers too. What's not good about that?"
Paul said, "I worried about being gay when I was 12 years old. My best friend, Wally, and I jacked off together. One day, he suggested we masturbate each other. I loved the feel of somebody else's hand on my phallus. And, I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed stroking his cock. My mother nearly caught us. She left to go shopping, but came back when she realized she left her checkbook on her dresser."
I laughed, "My dad nearly caught me once, and Mom twice. Looking back on it, I'm pretty certain she knew what I was doing."
"What do you think she would have done if she caught you?" Paul asked.
"I know she would have laughed, and told me that masturbation was a normal activity. And the more I've thought about it, the more I believe she would have joined me, and let me fuck her."
Paul chuckled, "I don't know about the fucking, but I know she would have told me that it was O.K., and would have allowed me the privacy to do it whenever I felt the need."
"Did you want to fuck your mother?" Evie asked.
"Yes!" I responded. "I don't know how many times I jacked off sniffing her panties. I'd rummage through the dirty clothes hamper for them."
"Me too!" Paul said. "I sniffed one pair and jacked off with another wrapped around my cock."
"What do you think she would have done if she caught you doing that?"
I said, "Looking back, I believe it would have turned her on. My father wasn't the most affectionate man on earth. He didn't believe in public displays of affection. The only times I saw my parents kiss was when Dad was leaving for work. Mom would give him a peck on the lips. Mom was a passionate woman. I think she was having an affair with a neighbor boy who was three years older than me. I think I was 10 when they started. She was always finding odd jobs around the house for him to do. A lot of it was stuff I could have done."
We paddled ashore and strapped the canoe to the roof rack. Crowley's store was crowded with customers when we arrived. Ronnie and Bill were waiting in line with potato chips and root beer.
"How did you like your birthday present, Ronnie?" Evie asked.
"It was great. I never expected Pop to do that for me."
Evie went out, and returned with a page of my reporter's notebook, folded in half. She handed it to Alex, who looked at it, refolded it and put it in his shirt pocket. "What time?"
"Any time after seven," Evie said.
"I'll be there. It may be after 10."
"Call me before you leave. I'll tell the gate guard to look for you," I said.
"Do y'all want a ride back to town?" Evie asked Ronnie and Bill.
"We've got our bikes."
"We have a bike rack on the back of the Bronco," she said.
Our bicycles had been stolen from our garage two weeks before we went on vacation. I helped the boys mount the bikes on the rack.
"Give me the keys," Evie said.
"You can't drive."
"Mr. Thomas can. You and Ronnie and Bill can fool around in the back seat. They want to suck your dick."
"No we don't!" Bill objected.
"Yes, you do. You've wanted to play with it and suck it ever since you saw it in the Soul Kitchen restroom. You were staring at Daddy's crotch when we walked into the store. When Ronnie guided Daddy's cock into my cunt, he was thinking about you and him playing with it and sucking it. It don't mean that you're queer. You're bisexual, and that's really cool."
"You can read people's minds?" Ronnie asked.
"Not all the time. I can feel it, and sometimes see it when somebody wants something really bad. Especially with bad guys. Child molesters who want to rape and hurt kids. I can feel it with good child lovers, who want to give orgasms as much as they want to have them. They want to make kids feel good, and feel good about themselves after the sex."
I got in the back seat between the boys, and pulled my shorts down around my ankles as Paul drove out of the parking lot. Ronnie didn't hesitate. My cock was in his mouth as soon as we were on the road.
The boys were taking turns sucking when Paul passed a produce truck. The driver honked. I looked back to see him giving me a thumbs-up.
When we dropped the boys off at their homes, Ronnie asked if I had painted the Ankh on the back of the cabin.
"I'll take care of it as soon as I get home."
Paul drove to Suzy, Angie and Liz's house. Evie and Allie went in and invited the girls to the slumber party. Liz's Mommy came out and asked about the party.
"Will there be adult supervision the whole time?"
"Yes," I said. "I'll be there."
"What about Mrs. Harris?"
"She'll be working all night. She works 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. Friday thru Sunday nights."
"How many girls will be there?"
"If everybody accepts the invitation; eight."
"You think you can handle eight tween girls all by yourself?"
"Paul will be there, and maybe a few more friends of mine, if they accept the invitation."
"How many is a 'few more'?" she asked.
"Six."
"A man for each girl?"
"If everybody accepts the invitation."
"Do I drop them off?"
"I'll come pick them up around 7 o'clock."
"Do I need to chip in on snacks or anything?"
"Alex Crowley will provide the goodies."
"Mommy?" Liz asked. "Can I go with Evie's Daddy so I can show them where Ezzie and Francine lives?"
"Go ahead."
Sarah Good, 7-year-old Francine's single mom, readily gave permission without asking questions.
George Gonzales, 6-year-old Esmeralda's father, asked, "Are you the O'Mafia's writer dude?"
"That's me."
He gave permission without asking further questions.
I told Paul to take the long way back to Liz's house so I could eat her pussy. She had at least four orgasms before we dropped her off, flushed and giddy, with wet panties.
It was nearly seven when Evie and I returned home, and called the Boudreaux men, inviting them to the Saturday night slumber party. I called Rick and left a message on his answering machine.
"Are you going to paint the Ankh on the back?"
We made a quick run to the ACE Hardware store to get an extension ladder, a pint of high gloss black paint and a 2-inch brush.
I was setting up the ladder when Ronnie and Bill appeared out of the jungle. They steadied the ladder while I painted the symbol.
"We told our parents that we were going camping in the jungle," Bill said.
"Charlotte works weekend nights," I said. "You'll have to come here after 3 o'clock on weekdays for pussy."
"I think they know that, Daddy. They want to play with you some more."
"Well, yeah. But we wanted to see if you could help us with something, Evie."
"What?"
They hemmed and hawed for a few moments before Bill blurted out, "We want to fuck our mothers."
"Can you make that happen?" Ronnie asked.
"I'll have to meet your mothers before I can make sure," Evie said. "But, first, I want y'all to let your mothers 'accidentally' catch y'all jacking off."
"Together!?!"
"No. Separately. Jack off with one pair of panties around your cock, while you're sniffing another pair."
"That's crazy!" Bill said. "I couldn't do that!"
"If you really want to fuck your mother, you'll do everything I tell you to do. Before you do it, bring the panties to me. Let me touch them."
"I don't know," Ronnie said.
There was a knock at the door. Evie opened it. "Chief Diamond! Electra!"
"You're having a slumber party tomorrow?" Rick asked.
"Yeah!" Evie said. "Eight girls and eight men. It'll be so fucking hot. All of the girls want to see my Daddy fuck me. I want them to see all of the men fuck me. I don't think any of them are ready for your big cock yet."
"I don't know if that's a good idea. With that many people, someone's bound to talk."
"It won't matter if they do. Nobody's going to believe it," Evie said.
I agreed. "If you didn't know us as well as you do, would you believe it if someone told you about an orgy involving eight girls ranging in age from 11 to 6, and eight men ranging from 20s to 50s?"
"You're right. It is not believable."
"Ronnie, Bill, do y'all want to see a really huge cock?" Evie asked, unzipping Rick's fly.
Rick grabbed Evie's wrist to stop her, then looked at the obviously disappointed boys. "Why the fuck not?" Rick chuckled, letting go of Evie's wrist.
Electra unbuckled her father's belt. He unbuttoned his waistband, and the girls pulled his pants down. His rapidly swelling black phallus sprang free.
The boys gasped and gaped.
"Whoa!" Ronnie sighed. "It's so big!"
"It's a fucking monster."
"You boys want to play with it?" Rick asked.
They didn't hesitate. They both grasped it with both hands.
"Suck it," Evie said. "I want to see y'all suck that big black cock until it cums."
They stroked and sucked and fondled his low hanging balls.
"This is so hot," Rick sighed. "I've never had my cock sucked by boys before. I like it. I like it a lot. I fucking love it."
"Lick his balls," Evie said.
"I could get used to this," Rick said. "How old are y'all?"
"I just turned 13," Ronnie answered before taking the cockhead back into his mouth.
"I'm 12," Bill said.
"Do y'all have any other friends who like to play?"
"My brother, Byron," Bill said. "He's 8 years old."
"Byron really loves playing with cocks and sucking. He likes being butt-fucked too, but I don't think he could handle anything this big."
"I wouldn't think of trying to bugger anyone that little."
"How big is Byron's dick?" Electra asked.
"About this big," Bill said, holding his thumb and forefinger nearly three inches apart.
"I want him to fuck me, Daddy," Electra said. "Has he fucked any girls?"
"I don't think so," Bill said.
"I'm going to cum," Rick said.
The first ejaculation gagged Ronnie. Bill took the next two gushers, and surrendered the cock to Ronnie for the final two squirts.
"If you boys want men friends, you've come to the right place," I chuckled.
"Agent Ballard likes young boys," Evie said.
"Really?" Rick asked. "I wasn't aware of that. He's obviously very discreet about his extracurricular activities. Good on him, as the Aussies say."
"Maybe you should let him in on the fun," I said.
Rick got on the phone, and called the dispatcher. "Please have supervisor Ballard call me at this number at his earliest convenience. It is not urgent."
The phone rang five minutes later. I put it on speaker. "What's up, Chief?"
"Are you busy?"
"No, sir. Everybody seems to be in a mellow mood tonight."
"Come to cabin nine, please. I want to show you something."
"On my way. I'm calling from the employee entrance guard shack."
The call disconnected, and everyone stripped.
The door was wide open and the lights out when Hank arrived.
"What's up?" he asked as he entered.
Rick, Evie and I flipped the light switches, and Hank's eyes saucer sized when he saw the naked boys stroking their stiff cocks.
"Get comfortable, Hank," Rick said. "I'll cover the rest of the shift for you." Then he called the dispatcher on his walkie talkie. "This is Diamond. I'm relieving Ballard for the remainder of the shift."
"Altercation at the beach bar. Agents Harris and Jones enroute."
Hank was out the door before Rick could stop him. Rick dressed quickly and followed, forgetting his walkie talkie.
"Harris on the scene," Charlotte said. "Two men in a shoving match"
"Where are you, Jones?" Hank asked.
"Almost there, at the dune crossing." Then, "Shit! They're both on her."
There was an unbearable silence.
"Dispatcher, notify EMS and EIPD."
"How bad is she hurt?" Hank asked.
"Her shirt's torn. The EMS is for a dude with a busted shin. The other one's on his face, being cuffed."
"EMS and PD enroute."
We all got dressed, ran to the parking lot, and hopped into the Bronco. I drove onto the beach behind the ambulance and two patrol cars.
"You can't arrest me, bitch! You're not a real cop."
"Wrong, asshole!" Hank said. "Anyone can make an arrest for a felony or a breach of the peace committed in their view. Public intoxication is a breach of the peace. Fighting is a breach of the peace."
"We weren't really fighting."
"The bartender and some patrons believed you were. Agent Harris believed you were. Then y'all assaulted her."
"We didn't assault the bitch. We were just having fun with her. We weren't going to hurt her."
"She broke my leg!" The guy in the ambulance whined.
"Which one ripped your shirt?" Rick asked.
"The asshole with the fractured tibia."
"You can file sexual assault on him."
"The other one grabbed her crotch just before she flipped him," Jones said.
"We'll sue the fucking resort," the handcuffed man laughed. "You security guards don't have no authority on the beach. It's public property."
One of the bar patrons handed Charlotte a business card. "I'm an attorney. I'll help you sue these yoyos for every fucking thing they own."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Maybe we can discuss your case over drinks when you're off duty."
"Monday evening? Here. Sevenish?"
"I'll be here," he said.
A cop interviewed her, taking notes.
I gave Rick his walkie talkie.
"Mrs. Harris is a badass!" Bill said.
"You can take the rest of the shift off," Rick said.
"Would you give Jones the rest of the shift off if he had been first on the scene?"
Jones shook his head. "I've been in a couple of shitstorms, and didn't get relieved. I was given time to change into a clean uniform."
"I'll complete my shift, you sexist bastard," Charlotte laughed.
Jones gave her a high-five. "Let's hit the road, Girlie."
"You're relieved, Ballard. Have fun," Rick said.
Hank and Charlotte beat us back to the cabin. The gate guard stopped us, and asked about Charlotte's shitstorm. The boy's excitedly told him what a bad ass she was. A Bad Ass Hottie. Like a white Christie Love.
Charlotte was on her ATV driving out of the compound when we walked up the trail from the parking lot. "You boys show Hank a good time. I'll fuck your brains out in the morning."
It didn't take the boys long to wear Hank out. They sucked him dry, then butt fucked him. After showering, they sucked each others' cock while Evie and Electra ate each other.
The four of them sucked me off, and I went to sleep.
Chapter 12 coming soon...
In Chapter 12 Evie's slumber party turns into a orgy around a campfire...
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